Nights Best Forgotten...

This is a older rather hastily written fic! It's not horrible, but it IS 'badly' done in comparison to any of my newer stuff... Just figured I'd warn ya. It's an older fic written to poke fun at the rather amusing tension in a websites RP thread. XD



Though also, it could just be because they are an odd pairing to work with, that, too could be why it seems so 'roughly'
written...



Oh! Most of this is a kind of 'Questionable consent' type of deal. Not Non-con at least by my definition, merely rather questionable. If that or the lovely concept of Slash bothers you, you know where the back button lives. (I listed the warnings for it ANYWAY, but I'm just sayin'...)




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David blinked slowly up at the ceiling, he wasn't entirely sure what had woken him up, normally once he fell asleep for the day, he stayed that way until sunset... He rolled over onto his side, sighing quietly as he tried to think of what had woke him, stretching slightly as he thought over the events of the night, and he was sure it was still the same night, his internal awareness of the creeping daylight hours told him that, just like it told him he should be going back to sleep.



But he couldn't. As odd and annoying as that was...



He rolls back over onto his back, stretching slightly, 'Maybe something to relax me?' He ponders various ideas to do just that, quickly making a few decisions. He rolls over again and grabs his jacket, quickly pulling a joint from one of the inner pockets and lighting it, taking a deep drag off it and holding it for a moment before slowly exhaling, he stares up at the dark ceiling, thinking on his decision to give Dwayne his blood, as well as already inviting him back to the cave, he shrugged off his concern, after all, it wasn't the first time he had tried to make another Vampire. But it was the first time he thought it might turn out well. And the first time he had done so without telling Max first.



He laughed bitterly at that, he still didn't know why he let Max have any hold over him, he was his Sire, sure, but he hated Max, thought he was an annoying waste of time who had equally foolish ideas. He went to take another drag off the joint, pausing mid-breath as a brief jolt went through him, he paused, a bit puzzled at the feeling, but slowly a wicked smirk made it's way across his lips, and he couldn't help but laugh again.

'Dwayne...' His thoughts shifted back to the young man, and even as they did he got the mental image of him, sitting on one of the mattresses, drinking from the bottle. The bottle with David's blood in it.



David carefully put out the joint, setting it in a safe place for later as he sat back, still focusing enough on Dwayne to give him that clear picture. It amused and pleased him, that meant that he had definitely drank enough.



He 'watched' as Dwayne set the bottle, as well as the flask from earlier, aside near the mattress before he curled up contently to sleep, his jacket and shirt bunching up, delicately exposing a flash of pale skin. David took a quiet breath, taking in air he didn't need as he fixated on that, he was very unsure why now of all times, he would find a person to be interested in. The fact that Dwayne was male was not an issue for him at all, after all, he had never been very picky in life, and his years spent as a pirate just reinforced that lack of care.

Plus it usually pissed Max off, double bonus.



He had to seriously consider what he was thinking of doing next, it hadn't been his original idea, but it too would help him relax, he chuckled quietly, it was disappointing that he knew Dwayne had little interest in guys, but at least once, especially with the guy already drunk and high off his blood, he was convinced he could make it work, hell, it would be likely the guy might not even realize... But that would be little fun...
David bit his bottom lip lightly, thinking it over, even before he had fully decided he felt himself start to get hard, he grinned wickedly, his hands sliding down unsnap the button on his jeans, carefully making himself a bit more comfortable before even trying to stand.



David slowly made his way back to the main room of the cave, pausing as he got within sight of the mattress on the floor, and looking over the sleeping young man lustfully. He was slightly unsure of how his advances would be taken, but at this point he didn't really care, and if it didn't go well, he could always force more of his blood onto Dwayne, effectively erasing much memory of this part of the night. He walked over to Dwayne, actually having to think about it to cause noise as he walked.
Some quiet noise must have caused it, and just as David wanted, Dwayne blinked blearily up at him, slowly seeming to drag himself from sleep, and seeming slightly startled by David standing so close to him.

“Wha-? ... Mm-Hmm?” Dwayne yawned, still blinking up at David, who just smirked slightly, at that look Dwayne seemed to finally notice a bit, but David knew the alcohol and the effects of the vampire blood would be making him slow. “Nothing...” David listened, Dwayne's drunken thoughts relatively easy to read, he was wondering what was going on and if he was still dreaming, David leaned down near him, “Do you always ask so much in dreams?” He used the slightest bit of power, tempting belief...



Dwayne seemed to relax slightly, leaning back, but still watching David curiously, even as David looked him over, “Clean you up... You'll knock 'em dead... Have all the girls, or even guys you could dream of...” David's voice was quiet, but he knew Dwayne would be able to hear him, Dwayne tensed slightly at that, seeming to tense more when David leaned closer and ran his fingers through his hair, that's what finally caused Dwayne's eyes to focus a bit, making him edged away.

“Dude... What the hell..?” He tried to protest, “But... I'm... I don't like guys...” Dwayne couldn't get his thoughts to stay together long enough, and after a moment he gave up, after all, why bother when it was a dream, right? And even if it wasn't, he couldn't help the slight shiver as he knew there was nothing he'd be able to do about it anyway, he was too messed up on whatever had been int he bottle... But even if he hadn't been he doubted he would have fought it, especially in a dream.



David grinned at the resignation and vague hint of acceptance in Dwayne's thoughts, glad for the hesitant type of acquiescence, he leaned down, pressing his lips to Dwayne's, catching him off guard with the act, and he tried to pull back but David just followed him, using it as a useful excuse to lean in farther, he had no worries or guilt over just taking someone, but he preferred they enjoy it as well, and he would at least try. After all, it would be his likely only time with his hopefully soon to be pack brother, and he wanted it to be... At least enjoyed, even if he knew he would have to keep the memory from him.



After a long moment, Dwayne hesitantly started to respond, lightly kissing David back, his movements very hesitant and unsure, David smirked, pulling back far enough to reach down, messing with the button and zipper on Dwayne's jeans, that seemed to make the boy hesitate more, until David leaned down, capturing Dwayne's lips in a kiss once more, he slowly trailed down, kissing and licking over his pulse point, having to resist the urge to shift and sink his fangs into Dwayne's throat, wanting desperately in that moment to taste him, he fought with that part of himself, growling quietly as he did, biting lightly with his still blunt teeth, even as he slipped one hand under Dwayne's tattered shirt, trailing nails and fingertips up across his stomach and ribs, before lightly pinching one if his nipples between his fingers, delighting in the quiet pleased sigh that the action pulled from Dwayne, he pulled back just enough to look at him, noting idly that the boy had his eyes closed.



David smirked wickedly as he finished playing with the fastenings on Dwayne's pants, slipping his other hand into the boys pants, vaguely thankful that Dwayne wore loose clothing, but vowing to change that if he got a chance, even as he trails his fingertips along the length of Dwayne's cock, sighing at the fact the boy is only slightly hard, but the touch gets a quiet hiss, as well as a murmured complaint about David's hand being cold, 'Well, at least even drunk he knows who's doing all this to him...' He curls his hand around Dwayne's cock, sliding his hand up and down along the length lightly, causing him to once again hiss in pleasure, but David bites back a laugh as he feels him get harder still, David leans down, lightly kissing him.



“Can I..?” David's words are a soft murmur against Dwayne's lips, he slows his hand, causing Dwayne to sigh and then make a soft whine sound, David doesn't really care if Dwayne agrees, but it would be nice, even though he knows he's not likely to get many words out of him, it's a small wonder Dwayne is even slightly awake.

David pulls back a bit, shifting uncomfortably at the press of his own jeans against his own hard cock, he bites his bottom lip lightly, even as he moves his hands, quietly proceeding to strip Dwayne of his clothes, not wanting to feel the material, he works slowly, leaving a trail of touches and caresses all along Dwayne's body, murmuring soft noises of pleasure at the sight as each new part of skin is exposed.



Dwayne edges away slightly when David crawls back to him after he had stripped Dwayne of his pants, David paused and slipped out of his own shirt, then grabbed a hold of Dwayne's hips and tugged him back toward him, “Where do you think your going?” David pressed his lips to Dwayne's in a kiss, but the other boy tried to squirm away again.

“Stop it... I can't think...” Dwayne's voice was rough, David shrugged, “So don't, it's not important... And I won't hurt you...” his voice is a tempting purr, Dwayne leans back still slightly uneasy, David leans down as well, holding himself up over Dwayne, purring again as he grinds his hips down against Dwayne's, causing the boy to hiss at the contact, his hands shifting to rest on David's shoulders, nails digging in.



David shrugs off the touch slightly, not bothering to object to the pain as Dwayne's broken nails dig into his skin, he does however pull back after a moment, his hands sliding down to the fastenings on his own jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and sliding them down slightly so he can stroke the length of his own cock a few times, arching his back slightly in pleasure, slowly he lets himself go, enjoying the moment before moving his hands going back to Dwayne, wrapping one hand around the other boy's cock, sliding his hand along the length slowly, working him and enjoying the soft sighs and quiet moans that come from Dwayne, once the boy is panting slightly he pulls his hand away, causing him to whimper slightly at the loss.



David just smirks down at him, watching with pleasure as Dwayne slowly blinks up at him, David watches, even as he moves one hand to his mouth, licking his fingers, leaving them glistening with saliva before moving that same hand down, his other hand moving back to Dwayne's cock, fisting it roughly and causing him to moan loudly at the suddenly rougher touch, David just smirks, trailing his wet fingertips down the cleft of Dwayne's ass, focusing his attention on his puckered entrance, delicately massaging in the moisture from his spit, he tightens his grip on Dwayne's cock when he lets out an undignified squeak of objection and tries to inch away, But David's hand causes any further protest to die on his lips.



“Relax... This is going to happen one way or another... But for some reason I'd prefer you to enjoy it...” David leans down, nipping Dwayne's collar bone roughly, causing him to jerk back and look up at him, too drunk and high on Vampire blood to fully register fear, but looking something close to afraid, and smelling it, too. David groans at the scent, Dwayne tries one more time to edge away, but David just pulls him back. “Fine, be that way...” He growls quietly, pulling Dwayne toward him and inching between his legs, he tries to fight it a bit, but either David is too strong or he is too weak from intoxication. Either way, even if Dwayne's not enjoying it, his body still is, and in spite of his quiet murmured protests, David slowly pushes a fingertip into his ass, Dwayne arches away from the uncomfortable feeling but doesn't get far, David growls at him to sit still, squeezing his cock lightly, Dwayne yelps and glares at him but tries to sit still, seemingly torn between fascination and fear, with enough arousal to counteract most of the fear.



David uses a bit more power, feeling the pull of it on his energy this close to dawn even as he does, trying his hardest to calm Dwayne and comfort him slightly, trying to also distract him by rubbing his thumb lightly across the head of the boy's dick, causing Dwayne to hiss and arch against the touch, so he repeats it, watching as Dwayne's eyes flutter closed, Ever so slowly David again starts pushing his fingers into Dwayne, growling at the tightness, and wishing he dared just force his cock into that tight ass, but not daring for fear that Dwayne wouldn't be healed by whenever it is he wakes up the next afternoon.



Dwayne bites his lip and murmurs quiet objections, though his body language and mental state very clearly say otherwise, David can tell he's fighting to stay relaxed, wanting to enjoy it, clearly it's just some mental hang-up on Dwayne's part... David works his finger slowly in and out of him, pausing before adding another finger, that causes Dwayne to hiss and bite his bottom lip, unintentionally drawing blood, David growls as the coppery scent of blood hits the air, causing him to groan, he leans down, pressing his lips roughly to Dwayne's, licking the blood from his lip as he kisses him, slowly curling his fingers inside Dwayne, searching out that sweet spot, he sighs in pleasure when he brushes his fingertips over it, causing Dwayne to freeze and then arch back against his fingers, yelping at the sudden intense pleasure, David chuckles knowingly, licking a few small beads of sweat from Dwayne's shoulder.



“See? Not so bad, is it?” David purrs, once more curling his fingers against that spot, this time stroking along the length of Dwayne's cock, causing the boy to curse loudly and arch back against the touches, seeming confused as to which way to squirm to get more pleasure, David just chuckles, remembering the first time he was that confused, even as he silently wishes that Dwayne was slightly less intoxicated and slightly more obviously willing, David bites his bottom lip lightly, holding back the frustrated noise at being unable to touch himself and not having anyone touch him, but he shrugs it off, knowing it will be worth it soon.



David carefully slides his fingers out of Dwayne, wetting them again with his saliva before moving them back, this time sliding three fingers in, mindful to curl his fingers against that sweet spot as often as he dares, keeping Dwayne too lost in pleasure to mind much, after a few moments of that, working his fingers in and out of Dwayne, gradually growing more in need of release with every movement, he inches forward, quickly grabbing a handful of clothes to bundle up, he shoves them under Dwayne's hips, lifting him slightly to do so.



David sighs, briefly moving one hand up to run his fingers through Dwayne's hair, carefully avoiding the many tangles, even as that touch tells him that the boys hair could be so much softer, and silky, he sighs in pleasure of what could be, before giving up any illusion of the future, quickly shifting his attention back to what he was doing, he collects more spit on his hand, this time reaching down to smooth it onto his own cock, growling as he's sure to coat himself well in it, before inching that last distance closer, pressing himself firmly against Dwayne's ass.



Dwayne blinks up at him, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth and looking very uncertain, David once again mutters reassuring things, his voice soft and comforting, though he's not sure what he said, but it seems to calm Dwayne slightly so he leans down, lightly pressing his lips to Dwayne's, a delicate kiss, even as he ever so slowly arches his hips forward, pressing into Dwayne, who curses and tries to arch away, his hands for the first time coming up to rest on David's shoulders, trying maybe to push him away, David just pushes firmly, slowly sliding deep into Dwayne, hissing and trying to tell him to relax, at the near painfully tightness, Dwayne just rakes his nails down David's arms and chest, making a high pitched pain/pleasure sound as he does, David once again starts stroking Dwayne's cock once he's buried to the hilt in his ass, slowly focusing on fully rekindling the boy's enjoyment of the act, and succeeding after several moments of tense waiting and focusing on pleasing the boy.



After a few tense moments David is panting, though he has no need for breath, but the with effort required to stay still. As Dwayne whimpers and tries to arch into David's touch as he firmly strokes his cock, after a second more, David slowly starts to move, not stopping his attention to Dwayne's cock as he pulls back slightly, thrusting into that tight heat, causing Dwayne to yelp, but he doesn't let that stop him as he pulls back again, searching, fighting to angle his hips right before slowly thrusting back in, this time fully brushing his cock along that same sweet spot he had been caressing earlier, Causing Dwayne to groan loudly and arch back against David's thrust, biting his bottom lip even as he focuses on David, seeming to watch in quiet anticipation as David pulls back again, thrusting his hips, burying his cock deep in Dwayne and brushing across that spot as he did.



This time when Dwayne raked his broken nails down David's chest, he knew it was in pleasure, and he was ok with that, thrusting hard and deep into the hot tightness underneath him, knowing that Dwayne had adjusted, and letting himself just fall into enjoying the sensations, only keeping track of himself enough to reign in his strength, as he thrust deep into Dwayne, not wanting to hurt him too much, but wanting to share at least some of the pleasure, and after a few moments, one of Dwayne's hands joined his, working on stroking his cock, squeezing in all the right spots, David moved his hand away and let him work himself, shifting his hands to rest on the boys hips, all the better now able to position himself as he thrust into him.



Dwayne's soft needy sounds between panting was what brought him back to himself, David thrust into him, growling and panting slightly in response, leaning in as he did, kissing lightly over the pulse point in Dwayne's neck, the feeling, combined with his pleasure was practically begging him to bite down, but he wouldn't yet, he panted, thrusting into Dwayne again, brushing hard across that sweet spot, causing Dwayne to arch his back, keening loudly, his hand tightening briefly on his dick, even as his other hand was used to rake his nails across David's chest as he tensed, cumming hard, the tight muscles of his ass clenching and tightening painfully around David's cock, David snarled, keeping himself pressed close to Dwayne, even as he thrust hard into him, only managing one more thrust before the pressure and pleasure built to be too much, he let himself shift, biting deeply into Dwayne's throat and drinking deep, carrying his own release all the higher from the double dose of intense please, digging his sharp nails into Dwayne hips.



After a long moment he pulled back ever so slightly, nicking his tongue on his fangs and licking across the bite marks he left, forcing himself to calm and shift back before he pulled back, looking down at Dwayne to make sure he was ok, he pulled all the way back, sliding himself out of Dwayne regretfully, wishing he could do it all again, but the growing sunlight was making him very sleepy and almost drugged feeling finally, soon it would be dangerous for him to be in the main room of the cave, Dwayne hissed when David pulled away, but that was the only pained noise he made, even as he watching David warily, clearly exhausted and more than a little pleased, he looked like he was about to say something, but David shook his head.



“It really was all a dream... And you won't remember it in the morning anyway...” He uses the last of his power that he dares with those words, encouraging the words to become reality.
“Are you sure... This doesn't feel like a dream anymore...” Dwayne hisses, tracing his fingertips across the scratches on his hips.

“You'll see... When you wake up, you won't hurt, and it will have all been a dream... A very questionably pleasant one.” David leans in, lightly kissing him, sighing when Dwayne doesn't pull away, a slight actual smile tugging at his lips as he looks the boy over.



“A drink then...” David leans over, snagging up the jeweled bottle and pulling the cork from it, before taking a long gulp and then holding it out to Dwayne, “Drink deep... And you will feel better, I promise...” Dwayne looks hesitant at the words, but tips up the bottle, taking a few long gulps, before handing it back to David, wiping his lips on the back of his hand, not seeming to notice when it streaks the back of his hand red.



“Now sleep...” David slowly moves to stand, even as Dwayne sorts out the pile of clothes that had been tucked under him, David leaves him to that, slowly pulling his pants back up, tucking himself into them comfortably before zipping up, he leans down, running his fingers through Dwayne's hair, causing him to arch slightly into the touch with a quiet purr, David flashes him a slightly regretful smile before slinking away, wandering back to the darker parts of the cave, now desperate to get away from the light that is already itching along his skin, warning him that if he stands out there much longer he will start to burn.



He makes his way back to the room he had been sleeping in, once again sprawling comfortably across the bed, before picking up his joint and the matches, re-lighting it and drawing the smoke deep into his lungs, already very relaxed but liking the additional 'help'.

He'll have to check the next night to be sure the suggestion kept, but somehow he trusted it would, and likely any lingering memory will be easily forgotten due to alcohol, or suppressed by Dwayne himself. He doesn't mind. It's the way it has to be, even if Dwayne stays with him to become a full Vampire, already he knows his maybe-brother wouldn't likely let that happen again.



He sighs, exhaling the last of the smoke, watching it curl toward the ceiling as he sets aside the end of the joint, not caring to put it out as he rolls over, curling up slightly.



Unknown to him, because he didn't check, his pose mirroring Dwayne's, the boy had dressed and found the shirt David had left, and was curled slightly around it, though even he wasn't aware he had done it...